Snow Sports For Dummies

I don't really understand why people want to subject themselves to ice skating if you grew up in Florida. Or skiing for that matter.

When people were being given out gifts prior to their great arrival, I was not one of the fortunate ones. At least when it comes to coordination.

While I enjoy hockey (A LOT), I'm not so keen on lacing up some skates and gliding across the ice. No thanks. I've managed to break my wrist while climbing a four foot fence when I was a kid. Now that I'm almost six foot tall, I know I could really eff myself up if I hit the ice from that distance.

My dad lives in Colorado. He has a few houses in a little town just over the state line from Oklahoma, but he mostly spends his time in a little town near Salida, where his girlfriend lives. Apparently, there is a lot of fun to be had snow mobiling (is that one word?) and skiing down the mountain. All I can say is no thanks. I'd pull a Sonny Bono and eat a tree if I so much as tried. Seriously.

And that's another thing....I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE Colorado in the summer. Cool at night, warm during the day...but right now?! Hell, no. Any place that the snot freezes in your nostrils and your piss freezes before it hits the ground is not for me (not that I know about the peeing thing. Cross my heart).

And yes, I'm well aware that this post isn't really ABOUT anything, I'm just rambling on, but here's the thing. I've been inundated with Christmas trees, holiday cookies and posts regarding family, food and presents, that I just didn't feel like going with the flow today. I'm being a rebel.

Like James Dean....Wasn't he hot?

The whole bad boy image, questionable sexuality (which makes him a serious challenge) and the hair...Dear Lord, the hair....